Page 39 of Revival
Andrea finds a gas station, pulls in, and parks the R.V. "Everything okay?"
Standing up, I grab her hand, leading her to the couch with me. Sliding my left hand through her hair, I bring Andi closer to me, allowing my lips to savor every bit of her kiss. Our tongues slowly explore; a moan escapes her mouth, causing my dick to stiffen in my jeans.
"What was that for?" she asks, pulling away to catch her breath.
"I like kissing you, and I'm not sure when I will get the chance to do it again."
"Because of your dark cloud?" Her sarcasm is not subtle.
"No, because of your kids. I know they are older, but the last thing they need to see is some strange guy kissing their mom."
"Shit, how did I miss that one? Sorry for being such a smartass." She hangs her head in embarrassment.
Lifting her chin, we are eye to eye. "And my dark cloud. Andrea, I like you. I like you more than I want to allow myself to. I have baggage, Andrea, like… some dark shit has happened to me in the last few months. My life is a roller coaster, and the last thing I want to do is take you for a ride. Or make you run." I sigh and take a deep breath before continuing. "I've only known you for a week, but I can't stop thinking about you. You bring me a calm I’ve never felt. Please just give me some time, and I will explain everything."
She leans in, bringing our lips together once more. "I like you too," she whispers. "I'm a mom of teenage twins. It's kind of hard to scare me. Who knows? Maybe you'll run for the hills after seeing my pissed-off mama bear come out."
"Damn, that sounds fucking sexy."
Andrea rolls those enticing caramel eyes at me and shakes her head.
"Now, come on. Let's get back to camp before someone thinks you ran off with the bad boy criminal," I tease.
"Is that an option?"
"Hopefully. One day."
Andrea's knuckles start to turn white, gripping the wheel tighter and tighter as we pull into the campground. Her face twists with worry and anger, seeing her daughter hunched over a bucket, losing everything she’s eaten in the last year.
"Don't be too hard on her. We've all been there," Daniel says with attempted reassurance.
"Fake ID, getting drunk at a festival, hooking up with a man twelve years older than her and almost getting arrested. Nope. Never been there."
"Well, when you put it like that," he jokes.
"I'm sorry. I'm just upset. Madison has always been my wild child, but she has never done something this irresponsible. It seriously makes me scared to let her go to college alone."
"From the look of her head in the bucket over there, it looks like she learned a fairly hard lesson." He nods his head in the direction of where my daughter is sitting. "Ready?"
"I'm still up for running off," I joke.
Chapter Eighteen
Rome
"Where have you two been?” Jacob hollers as we climb out of the R.V. “I called, and the jail said you were released hours ago."
I hold up my arm, showing Jacob the brace—and the aftermath of my eventful evening. "Torn ligaments with a moderate sprain. If it wasn't for Andrea’s insistence that I go to the hospital, there might have been permanent damage."
"Damn, Rome! You're kind of a badass around here, man. Word quickly got around about what happened, and you have no idea how many guys want to buy you a drink tonight. Apparently, Lucky's been pissing off a lot of people lately."
"Seriously?" Andrea chimes in, still in the driver's seat.
"Seriously. Thanks for picking my man up and making him go to the hospital."
The vibrating from my pocket pulls my attention away from my friends and Susan's name flashes across my screen.
I tuck my phone against my chest and meet Andrea’s questioning gaze. "It's a private number. Do you mind if I take this in the back?" I move to the couch area as she exits her R.V. without questioning my call.